Lyrics:
Girl why can't we go back to the old days [Chorus] I want that ghetto love The smell of eggs and balogna when I'm wakin' up When we'd pull over
Chicken wings, Chicken wings Hotdog and baloney Chicken and macaroni Chillin’ wit mah homiiieees Chicken wing chicken wing Hot dogs and balogna
that it was real this time It ended up being phony I thought that I was winning this time It ended up being some balogna I think I need to fix my
as a church mouse But he had a twinkle in his eye But when papa came to live with us It was sunbeams from the sky Sometimes he'd cook us dinner Balogna
woah) Lotta bands in the safe (Chicken wing, chicken wing) (Hot dog and balogna) (Chicken and macaroni) (Chillin' with my homies) (Chicken wing, chicken
signs in my photos Norcos and that purple dro I'm hella high, but I'm clutchin, though Got that ladder on me, nigga Turn you into balogna, nigga Fuck you
Better not be phoney Get on my level Cause they way below me You ballin' Balogna Girls ask me what my cologne is Steel Khakis and Coronas And I'm
with no balogna on it poopty scoops and Humpty clumbs the lean cuts Deez nuts get busted clean, whut I'ma tell ya what's been missing from the rap
Any body came through that door was a gonner 64th I ate balogna and kicked it with mac and sonya In French Village I sold dope for my folks in a place
Master-charge-Card's doin work Eight thousand grills, all these Franklin heads, big head bills You go 'head wrap balogna sandwich in yo' backpack School kids up no
straight, eating on balogna (Uh) I pull up in a Testarossa with my homies (Offset, uh) Hop in the coupe with a blonde (Skrrt) my bitch is so fine She just
the Lamb', bitch No propaganda, we'll be wavin' llamas I still fry balogna This lil' bitch so weird That she gotta meet me around the corner I just pulled
not, but balogna we got I'mna bon apetite when she show me the spot I go bananas for you, slap my 'nana for you Only the birds and the bees know what we
llamas now you running boy you on the lamb Aim the rock, then i raise a brow cuz you getting slammed This the smack down, No balogna boy we going ham Check
feeling kinda lonely Hit yo ass wit mami now she smellin like balogna STINKY Making yo bitch wet suck my macaroni And im choppin veggies up like my name is
to be Bigger than a Ferris wheel Now dat bih smaller than balogna Separate fake from real Boy yo diamonds phony U Should’ve never signed dat deal Doctor
Tell me what’s the issue? Blood gets covered tissue (All about it) Sometimes I wish I could have you Nights been feeling lonely Faker than balogna (Pride
meds, school and balogna And all the haters who gonna be claiming they had known me Its all the fame, money, definitely the phonies All the liars,
My name is tony I like macaroni Slap my mom with a piece of old balogna Went to jail Ate taco bell Went to the city Shot load the remi up
Alright, check this out. There's no balogna for my sandwich Mayonnaise gone bad Someone drank my sodie pop and Zorak's feeling sad My record
on my lonely Started stacking cheese when I came from eating balogna And I do this all for you yea Diamonds dancing she fucking with the groove yea I'mma
necklesses made of Macaroni While we going ham they talking that balogna Everytime she shake time moving slowly Girl we ain’t just lovers also be my homey Ooo
like I'm Sheriff Brody Floating 'til the end just so everybody know me Admit I got some cheese that was sandwich with balogna If they wanted three I was
frosted Tony I remember late nights it was Takis and balogna Now when you see me might pull up in a coop He acting hard but we know that boy a fruit Tre in
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